I raised my head from the shattered table as I looked at the damage caused by the gentleness of the loveable crow.
'I guess she felt real petty losing for the past two days, yeah, that must've been it, definitely... I mean, I literally have control of everything. That's like giving a Neanderthal a gun and expecting him not to pull the trigger, Of course, I'd cheat.'
One thing I noticed though.
Our conversations lately felt so stretched out as if someone were trying to write that one essay an hour before due to fill in the word count.
I've been pretty infuriating for her to live with after all.
I sighed as I spread my arms, my head and back falling backwards, I change the surroundings to a snowy field as the cold snow catches my fall.
I rest my gaze to the stars above, 'Looking at something you created without any effort felt so... How to say.. lacking?' a sense of emptiness crept over me.
I closed my eyes, the snow, as one would expect, felt cold. 'Is it the snow or this space?'
I felt the coldness of the snow seep into me, this space, it materializes my thoughts down to my subconsciousness if not controlled. For instance, the snow I lay on, I felt cold despite having cold resistance. I FELT COLD FROM MERE SNOW. It was as if my subconscious belief in snow being cold is making this space do just that.
'Nah, I don't care, snow is snow--' Sighing for what seemed like tenth time today 'I'll stop venting on the crow... She has no part in why I'm in this situation.. Hell, she don't even know what's happening the first time we met. She looked so confused even after the info dump--explanation... I'm sorry birdy, I'll treat you better next time.. For sure.. Definitely.. Mhm..'
And since my situation has already been brought out.
I don't really feel any different from before I died.
Well, feeling like there is shit going through my veins and feeling like my skin is made out of hot asphalt (He just felt horrible, Cutie is just too dramatic), Yeah, I felt exactly, mostly the same.
Perhaps it's upsetting that all the work I've done for the last twenty-seven years is gone, all of them out of my reach now, and that I have to start all over again, yeah, perhaps... perhaps... mhm.
That's karma, I guess.
No, I'm not some kind of evil overlord mafia boss mastermind with Assassin side-hustle nor some underdog avenger who hates the government, nah, I ain't that guy.
I'm an upstanding citizen.
I think I might even like 'em gov big boys~
Or is it just me because I never really had any difficulty with the Law? I'm a pretty law-abiding person if I say so myself. They never really find out what I'm doing because of how small and insignificant It seems to everyone.
Yep, diversity makes magic.
Hell, even if I had gone big back then they probably wouldn't even bat an eye, that failed nurturing facility is pretty well known amongst them, pretty much an open secret.
Let's get back to "felt the same" stuff I'm talking about.
I felt mostly the same.
I used to think that once someone experiences actual death and rebirth there's going to be some sort of enlightenment.
That drive to not waste this second chance, to use this chance to do what they never thought of doing in their past lives, perhaps a chance to be a better person, a chance of redemption, a chance for revenge, make others experience what horrible things they've been through, To NTR everyone in your vicinity because you're a cuck in your previous life, and now you want vengeance, a chance to be a hero, the kind of hero who "People die if they are killed", or to just fulfill every pathetic fantasies they have.
But no, I don't feel any of that.
Not that I suddenly became Emo and all I see is red when I get angry mind you--No, yuck, the fuc--
I'm too old for that.
I've lived a pretty fulfilling life in those mere twenty-seven years, if one were to tell my life and what I've achieved in those twenty-seven years, the listener would certainly take it as a joke, a made-up story because of how absurd and unrealistic it is, as if they're afraid to believe it's real--Pfft No, I just made that up. Definitely, hm yes. It's made up for sure. Trust me.
Okay, fine. My thoughts are my thoughts; they don't always have to be correct. So let's just say I absolutely, without a doubt, didn't lie when I said it was made up--because the made-up story I claimed was a lie wasn't actually a lie, which means the lie was that it was made up, making the truth a made-up lie that wasn't a lie at all.
Still, the point stands.
Especially to someone who has only known mediocrity their whole life.
A wealthy person for one might be seen as a struggling fellow to another, a natural-born genius to a mediocre might be just of average intelligence to a smarter individual.
You could say second chances like this is of no use to me. I had a fulfilling life. While fraudulent in societal view, my capabilities are enough to be considered "Good Enough"--Qualified, I think... Would that be the right word for it? Hm.
Far from geniuses though.
I just felt normal?
However, what am I trying to say by saying all that?
Nothing at all.
I just want to rant because I'm fucking scared.
There's a literal Incarnation of lightning outside and I'm too afraid to peek.
Ah! Send help! Anyone! MAHORAAGAA HELPP MEE--
Sigh*
But seriously, what If that woman ever found a way to break in here and hijack this place? Should I offer my head?
I did what I did the moment she suspected something was wrong with Kujou Sara, so I didn't bother to hide anymore and just solidify her suspicion, regardless of what I did at that moment, the outcome wouldn't change.
Inaction and staying hidden would just make it more suspicious to her... If she's smart enough to understan--No, she's a god, an extremely sharp one at that, she understands it, there wasn't even anything complicated. I just hope she'll have a more favorable impression because of it.
My probability of survival is not that high the moment I found out that everything I spout seems to be perceived as a lie, well, if we're to base it on Kujou Sara, I don't have any subjects to test this out so meh.
Negotiations have low chance of success.
I sighed, again. fuck, this is hopeless. Now even the steam of my breath in this cold snowy field seems irritating to me.
I felt like a child.
I don't know what to do.
Should I beg the electric woman and apologize? Would she let me go if say sorry?
'Should've paid more attention to that damn game, But who the fuck would think that I would find myself in this situation, reincarnate--perhaps transmigrated? Hmmm... I was sure I would survive that lightning--Nah, Err Ackchyually I'd probably develop some kind of neurological damage, OOOOOR I BECOME FLASH--BARRY ALLEN!' I thought as a round glasses appeared on my face and my index finger raised--aaAhh.
Well, I always played the game half-asleep, to the point of waking up, and finding out that my character is conversing with some random talking blue-green flamingo [3]. I'm sorry that I find your game gay to immerse myself in, forgive this uncultured functioning employed individual of society, I CAN'T HELP IT!
When I see others playing it, I feel the same feeling as, if were given a choice, would you rather fight Prime Baki or Watch Hazbin Hotel, Yeah, we choose the same.
I'd fight Prime Baki.
No hesitation.
I will, for sure, a hundred percent die, but I don't have to watch Hazbin Hotel,
And I see that as an absolute win--Damnit, I'm getting side-tracked.
That purple woman sure got into me--
Suddenly my thoughts got interrupted, I watched as Kujou Sara appeared before me again, a weary smile directed at me.
A second later, she left.
Then came back again, still having that stupid-ass smile on her face.
After a second she, again, disappeared--ah, quitting I do, fucked I am.
'...'
'...'
My eyes shook as my smoky form swayed and shifted in an eerie, calm state. Silence enveloped me as realization dawned.
The eggplant is tracking me down.
And my Intuition ability that carried me through my past life, finally silent, It doesn't have to warn me when It's happening right in front of my fucking eyes.
I'm cooked now.
I'm a dead man.
The crow ratted me out.
I haven't even met the biggest slappy in Teyvat.
So long, aibo.
Kujou Sara appeared for the fifth time, right thereafter, just as she left, cracks in space appeared.
The rift expanded, growing to fit a 5'5 Electrical Woman
And there she stood.
---
'...'
"..." Ei indifferently observed the place.
She saw a seemingly infinite expanse of snow, she squinted her eyes, trying to find the end of it but to no vail, "Surprise, Happy Birthday?..." A voice full of authority resounded throughout the place.
-Chapter END-
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